Questlove - Ital (The Universal Side) lyrics

HOOK (x2) (Everybody reppin' from the Illadelph side) From the Illadelph side [from the Illadelph side] To the New York side [to the New York side] To the the universal side [to the universal side] Q-Tip: I wanna be able to reach an MC And reach a little child in the same degree And my elders excel I mean what the hell We might as well bridge these gaps In all before we fall in the fire Black Thought: It's a million MCs upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it Profess mic techniques illegit Inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded In they minds thus they rhymes are discredit (check it out) Q-Tip: I use my music implemented with j**els and sport tools To inspire all these too cool fools who say screw school Cause they don't see the conspiracy That's put here to trap you and me Black Thought: Y'all know the battle lieutenant be on some whole 'nother other finesse genetic They say I get it from my mother so its' inheredit- Tary and very necessary to shine Legendarily, heavily refined Q-Tip: Contemporaries like the Roots is so rad it's like dag Which bag did they come out of, and how can I get in it to win it? Like a raffle ticket pickin' If you feelin' something, guess who get the sticking Black Thought: I got this Ital style up close and personal The first I find to violate, I shall retal- Iate with realism for they whole local To relate, we on point like decimal Abstract now Q-Tip: MCin' while I'm breathin' MCin' is believing That you can host a ceremony and the dose is never phony In fact, it's quite therapeutic Like a B12 hypodermic needle so shoot it Black Thought: Lyrically elicit upsteps the explicit Most wicked seven digit mic wizard My tongue lash out and strike with it Just slightly might miss it When I blast through your section or district HOOK (x2) Black Thought: In my formative years by my peers I was influenced Until the instruments of time k**ed the congruence I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense Of MC's which are a nuisance I know just what to do since I'm on another lev Brothers is fakin' jacks and think they ready for the rev But they got a lot to learn, to make their thoughts long term Cause on their short-cuts they made a wrong turn Probably, timelessly I construct the fearsome To rip your eardrum for many years to come Professional style thinkin' rational to move wise So hard it's a wonder y'all alive... Q-Tip: ...And still breathin', n***as is dead and not even Perpetuatin' real life the sh** kicked is real trife ayo they fake bleedin' It's obvious that they needin' attention feedin' They cold actin' like heathens When mics is picked up MC's scenes is kicked up Like women with the gripper drinking Moet 'till they hiccup Fellas hustlin' picking bricks up Fantasizin' about the illest stick up But rip up the jam and we be truly impressed On stage you won't need your tef. vest Only a mic with and a mic test And at your best you get blessed by the fans who profess That they can relate With the trials you tribulate Or the pains you endure Cause some cats is pure Tell horors that are true but see cats like you Y'all fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo The tear jerker You be that miracle worker Whose miracle just ran out I think it's time you pan out Or just plain fade, cause yo you played We 'bout to drop on you like the Everglades